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Rep. TI:A. iricAulaij, D.D. 



Copyright, 1918, by N. A. McAuluy 

Published bij the 
Presbyterian Church of Lyons, loipa 



A Token of w/lffeclioti 



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Biographic V^ A^ 



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Rev. Neal A. McAulay, D. D. was born 
March 24th, 1854, near Englishtown, Nova 
Scotia. 

In 1875 he came to the United States, lo- 
cating in New England, engaged in Y. M. C. A. 
work in Portland, Maine, from 1879 to 1881. 

In 1883 he entered McCormick Theologi- 
cal Seminary, and was graduated therefrom a 
Presbyterian minister in 1886. Soon after he 
became Pastor of the Presbyterian Church at 
Wilton Junction, Iowa, where he remained for 
twenty years. 

He has traveled extensively, all over his 
adopted land, and in 1902 visited Europe, the 
Holy Land, Egypt, and chief Parts of the 
Mediterranean with the famous "Celtic Party". 

He came to Lyons, Iowa, as Pastor of the 
Presbyterian Church, in November 1907, and 
remained until July 29th, 1917, when he moved 
to the Pacific Coast. 



When the clouds, of; woe and sorrow 

Driv^ the light of jjoy away — 
And our hearts aVe sad and lonely — 

By deep anguish and dismay — 
There is one whose loving kindness 

Can impart uplifting cheer, 
*Tis the sympathizing Saviour, 

He to help, is always near. 

NOV 23 1918 




Reu. n. A. rtlcAulay, D.D. 



Till] Quardian Anqel 



Along the pilgrim highway, 
Through wastes of burning sand, 
My God will sweetly lead me 
'Till safe in Canaan's land. 

CHORUS 
Oh! Jesus; — Guardian Angel — 
Redeemed, with Thee I'll stand 
In realms of love and glory, 
In Canaan's happy land. 

Though many frowning dangers 
Beset on every hand. 
My God will still protect me 
'Till safe in Canaan's land. 

When pressed by heavy burdens. 
With scarcely strength to stand, 
My God will then sustain me 
'Till safe in Canaan's land. 

And when I cross the River 
And join the shining band. 
My God will own his pilgrim 
In Canaan's happy land. 



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The Siluer Lining 



The shadows may be dark and deep, 

The light may hide its beauty; 

The heart may grope in anxious fear, 

And shrink before its duty: 

But if we trust in God above — 

Our all to Him resigning — 

The darkest cloud when viewed aright 

Will show a silver lining. 

Though we may bear a load to-day 

That fills the soul with sorrow, 

Take heart, perhaps its crushing weight 

May vanish by to-morrow. 

The fires that often burn within 

May bring us soul refining; 

Behind the flame that frees the dross 

There is a silver lining. 

Our Father knows the only way 

That leads to lasting pleasure; 

And if He takes some things away, 

He sends a better treasure. 

The darkest night gives place at last 

To daylight bright and shining: 

So we must learn to pierce the cloud, 

And find its silver lining. 



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Trust l]our Father's Love 



How dark and lonely is the day 

When dear ones from us part, 

As death steps in to take away 

The treasures of our heart; 

When crushed and torn with anxious pain, 

We sigh beneath the rod; 

But murmur not — since we again 

Shall find them, safe with God. 

The friends who leave us here — and go 

To find the perfect life; 

Are freed from all the sin and woe 

That fill the world with strife. 

They pass beyond this vale of tears, 

To mansions bright above — 

Forever safe from doubts and fears — 

To rest in peace and love. 

Then trust your Father's love, and wait, 

Earth's night will soon be gone; 

You too may pass this Eden's Gate 

To greet the heavenly dawn — 

Where those long lost, in spotless white, 

Shall meet you face to face. 

With all the ransomed hosts of light, 

Whom God redeemed by grace. 



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1 Haue a Rome Ouer l]onder 



There is little I need in this valley of sin 

Since Jesus I know as my Saviour; 
His Spirit assists me life's battles to win, 

*Tis sweet to rejoice in his favor. 
A welcome is waiting in glory for me, 

With rapture its fullness I ponder, 
Content in a cottage — on earth — I will be 

For I have a home over yonder. 

Tho' lacking in treasures of silver and gold, 

My heart he enriches with gladness. 
And trusting his love, I have pleasure untold. 

To banish my sorrow and sadness. 
The fetters that bound me by night and by day 

My Saviour has broken asunder; 
And shielded by grace I shall not go astray. 

For I have a home over yonder. 

He cheers me along, as I walk by His side, 

His word brings me sweet consolation. 
Believing and happy, in Him I confide. 

For mine are the joys of Salvation. 
The thought of his friendship is now my delight, 

It fills me with soul-striving wonder, 
And soon I shall rise to the mansions of light. 

For I have a home over yonder. 



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The Diuine Passion 



What strange mysterious thing is this 
Which thoughtful minds define as love? 
Whence comes its warm and clinging bliss- 
From Earth? — or from the world above? 

CHORUS 

To know my Saviour day by day, 
To hear Him plead for me above, 
To walk with Him along the way — 
This is to me, the fount of love. 

It burns within the faithful heart, 
And tempers every inward fear: 
Unto our Souls it does impart. 
The light of hope and deathless cheer. 

A thousand joys it does reveal, 
To those who live its strength to know, 
The hardest hearts it can anneal, 
Beneath its sure and silent glow. 

You ask about this precious love, 
That nestles in your soul and mine — 
It came from God in realms above — 
This passion — holy and divine. 



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niij Father Knou7s IDhat's best 



When I am sad and do not know 
The step which next I ought to take, 
I lean upon God's mighty arm 
My feet to guide, my way to make. 
He helps me bear my daily cross, 
Because His eye the end can see; 
Look to Him for needed grace — 
My Father knows what's best for me. 

CHORUS 

On mountain top, or in the vale. 
The hand of love by faith I see; 
Through weal or woe, in life or death. 
My Father knows what's best for me. 

No sorrow can my soul oppress, 
But He can bless it for my good; 
I gladly take what He provides, 
His word to me is drink and food. 
My hope and shield from every foe, 
He breaks my bonds and sets me free, 
His presence cheers along the way — 
My Father knows what's best for me. 

Then come what will I shall rejoice, 
Content to trust my Friend divine 
I cannot drift beyond His care, 
For I am His, and He is mine. 
What He commands, I try to do, 
His faithful servant I will be 
Till He shall call me home at last — 
My Father knows what's best for me 



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Bear IJe One Another's Burdens 



Bear ye one another's burdens, 
As ye walk the pilgrim way; 
Help the souls that are in trouble, 
Bless and cheer them while you may. 
Tell them of the Burden-Bearer — 
Friend of all who are distressed. 
Point them to the dear Redeemer, 
Who can give the weary rest. 

CHORUS 

Jesus is the Burden-Bearer, 
He assists me every day: 
Jesus is the Burden-Bearer, 
He sustains along the way. 

Bear ye one another's burdens, 
Comfort those who are in grief; 
By a word of consolation, 
You can bring them sweet relief. 
Soothe the heart that bleeds in soi 
Bring it needed help to-day; 
Telling of the God of comfort 
Who can wipe all tears away. 

Bear ye one another's burdens, 
With your hearts enlarged by love; 
Through the blessed Holy Spirit, 
Leading souls to God above. 
Then when comes the day of glory 
You shall hear the Master's voice, 
"Come ye blessed of my Father," 
With the ransomed ones rejoice. 



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Shall 1 Be Remembered? 



Shall I always be remembered, 
For the souls that I have won, 
When I leave this moral vineyard 
And my work on earth is done? 
Shall the friends I leave behind, 
Blessings in my labors find. 
And my graces keep in mind, 
When my Christian race is run? 

Shall T see in realms of glory 
Those who shared my labors here, 
Who have often been assisted 
By my love and Christian Cheer? 
Shall the story I have told, 
When I led them to the fold, 
Never to their hearts grow old. 
When on high I shall appear? 

Shall I see my blessed Saviour 
When I cross the Crystal Sea? 
With the shining throngs in glory. 
Who in time were saved by me? 
Shall their praises be complete. 
For the way I led their feet, 
As before His throne we meet. 
When my Master I shall see? 



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The Eden Land 



There is a land like Eden fair 
Where all is peace and rest; 
No shadows ever enter there 
To cloud the pure and blest. 

Upon that bright eternal shore 
Our loved ones we shall see — 
In endless joy, for evermore, 
From sin and sorrow free. 

Oh! God impart thy spirit here, 
Bestow all needed grace, 
And shield us from all earthly fear, 
Till we behold thy face. 

Then with the good in perfect love. 
Immortal we shall stand — 
To dv/ell with angel hosts above, 
In God's celestial land. 



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Longing for Home 



As onward flows the river 

Through mossy vale and dell; 

To seek the source from whence it came 

In Ocean-home to dwell; 

So now my ransomed spirit 

With 3'earning impulse flows, 

To reach the fount of all my joys, 

The end of all my woes. 

CHORUS 

I soon shall see my Saviour, 
No more on Earth to roam; 
I soon shall dwell with Him above 
In yonder heavenly home. 

Like one away in exile 

Upon a distant strand; 

Who longs for home with its delights, 

For friends and fatherland; 

So now my weary spirit 

In supplication cries; 

As daily to the realms of light, 

On wings of faith I rise. 

While thinking of His mercies, 
My heart is filled with praise, 
For all the blessings He imparts, 
To cheer my pilgrim days. 
I know the time is nearing 
When He shall call me home 
To taste the fullness of His love. 
Around the Father's throne. 



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The Christ Child 



Rejoice! Oh, earth, with angels sing 
The glories of your Lord and King; 
Who long ago a child was born 
In Bethlehem, on Christmas morn. 
Though helpless then in Mary's arms, 
He came to still the world's alarms; 
Though veiled in flesh, divine was He 
The human race to bless and free. 

The Shepherds to His cradle came; 
The sages brought Him wealth and fame; 
The high and low throughout the land. 
Enjoyed the bounties of His hand. 
His coming brought this waiting earth. 
Soul treasures of enduring worth; 
His advent changed the stream of time 
And made the common-place divine. 

The years may come, the years may go, 
But all, this golden truth should know; 
That as it was on Christmas morn, 
So now for us the Christ is born; 
If love to Him our spirits fill, 
His angels are around us still, 
To sweetly sing their song again, 
Of "Peace on earth, good-will to men". 

Let young and old the story tell, 

And ev'rywhere the anthem swell; 

Till comes the day of lasting peace, 

When human strife and woe shall cease. 

Then north and south, and east and west, 

Shall be in Him supremely blest. 

He is the life, the truth, the way. 

The Christ who came on Christmas day. 



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Think of Jesus 



Think of Jesus in the morning 

Just as you begin the day; 
Ask Him for His guiding Spirit, 

He will hear you when you pray. 

Think of Jesus at the noon time 
When you pause for rest and food; 

Thank Him, though it be in silence, 
And the thought will do you good. 

Think of Jesus when at even 
You unload your daily care; 

Share with Him your heavy burden 
Which His grace will help you bear. 

Think of Jesus when retiring 
For the needed sleep and rest; 

Trust His goodness then to shield you, 
And your slumbers will be blest. 



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Q'hanksgiuing 



For all the blessings of the year, 
For happ3' homes and friends sincere, 
For life, and health, and food, and cheer, 
Our hearts to-day are thankful. 

For clouds that brought refreshing rain, 
For golden corn, and ripened grain. 
For daily toil, and honest gain, 

Our hearts to-day are thankful. 

For open doors for all mankind, 
For schools and books to store the mind, 
For all the good which here we find. 
Our hearts to-day are thankful. 

For freedom from the things that mar, 
For peace, instead of cruel war. 
For gifts to help the lands afar, 
Our hearts to-day are thankful. 



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Come, Sowev Diuine 



Come, Sower Divine, 

Touch this cold heart of mine, 

Thy love to share. 

Thine own most precious seed, 

Sow it therein, I plead — 

Then meet its growing need, 

With loving care. 

Come, Sower Divine, 
Plow up this heart of mine, 
Both deep and wide. 
Take all the clods away, 
Break up the soil, I pray — 
In Thee for this, to-day, 
I now confide. 

Come, Sower Divine, 
Water this heart of mine, 
Rich fruit to yield — 
Till graces pure and sweet, 
Till fruits for Jesus — meet — 
In ripeness all complete — 
Are there revealed. 



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The Ileip Birth Life of Jesus 



The New Birth-life of Jesus, 
Revealed on Easter morn, 
From endless fear releases 
The Souls by anguish torn. 
It's sweet, uplifting, story 
Dispels our night of gloom: 
For life, and light, and glory 
Shine from the Saviour's tomb. 

The New Birth-life of Jesus, 
Bestowed by God above: 
Will heal our soul-diseases, 
If we but trust His love. 
The bonds of death are broken, 
Since Christ for us arose. 
And Easter joy, unbroken. 
Has conquered all our foes. 

The New Birth-life of Jesus, 
Points to the Crowning day. 
Where all that here displeases, 
Shall surely pass away. 
The Easter life is treasured 
By those who cannot die, 
With perfect bliss unmeasured, 
In realms beyond the sky. 



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Qlad Easter Dai^ 



Glad Easter Day, when Christ arose 
A mighty victor o'er His foes; 
He conquered death with all its gloom, 
And rose triumphant from the tomb. 
Ye saints and angels loud proclaim 
The glories of His wondrous name. 
He lives again, no more to die — 
Exalt your King in earth and sky. 

Glad Easter Day, bright Sabbath morn. 
When comfort came to hearts forlorn 
Who sought His grave with spices sweet, 
Their work of love to there complete. 
They saw the place where Jesus lay. 
For angels rolled the stone away. 
And then this message to them gave — 
That Christ had risen from the grave. 

Glad Easter Day, our pledge of life 
Beyond this vale of sin and strife: 
For trusting souls at last shall rise 
To share His glories in the skies. 
Till then press on His will to do. 
And for your Lord be brave and true; 
Keep close to Him who is the way — 
The Christ who rose on Easter Day. 



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Q'he Tu;o Rings 



Ring out the Old departing: year, 
Ring in the New with words of cheer, 
Ring out the failures of the past, 
Ring in the hopes that always last. 

Ring out the chill that fears impart, 
Ring in the love that warms the heart, 
Ring out the shadows that destroy, 
Ring in the light that fills with joy. 

Ring out the war that scatters grief. 
Ring in the peace that brings relief, 
Ring out the greed of lust and gain, 
Ring in the simple life again. 

Ring out the doubts that stain the soul, 
Ring in the faith that can make whole, 
Rmg out the sins that lead astray, 
Ring in the Christ, who is "The Way". 



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Tell the Slorq 



Tell Redemption's saving story, 

To the friends around you here; 
Lead them to the Cross of' Jesus 

By your faith and love sincere. 
In the Home-land there are legions 

Needing pardon, peace and rest; 
Try and win them to the Saviour, 

And your labors will be blest. 

Tell Redemption's saving story. 

To the Heathen far away, 
Who are groping in the darkness. 

From the fold of God astray. 
Labor on, till all the nations 

Shall be won to Jesus' love, 
And with gladness swell His praises, 

Like the ransomed hosts above. 



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CThe Road to Happiness 



The road that leads to happiness 

Is never hard to find; 
Its finger boards are plainly seen 

By every thoughtful mind. 
It guides us to the friends in need, 

Who grope in doubt and fear, 
Their foot-steps to direct and bless 

With courage, hope and cheer. 

The road that leads to happiness 

Is paved with deeds of love: 
Its golden milestones mark the way 

To God's bright land above. 
Clear streams of cooling water flow 

Close by this royal road, 
Refreshing weary pilgrims here 

Who sigh beneath their load. 

The road that leads to happiness 

Has through the ages stood, 
A highway for the Sons of Light 

Who fill the world with good. 
The fragrant blossoms of delight 

Beside this road abound, 
And smiling angels to direct 

For pilgrims here are found. 



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To 5e Remembered 



Would you live to be remembered? 
Then, some good you here must do; 
Helping others by your kindness 
To be noble, strong and true. 
Speak in words of hope and courage 
To the hearts oppressed by fear; 
Make this world a little brighter 
With your sympathy and cheer. 

Would you live to be remembered? 
Help your brother bear his load; 
Safely lead him through the dangers 
That are found along Life's road. 
Be a friend to those in trouble. 
Comfort them in their distress; 
Make each day a little better 
For the souls whom you can bless. 

Would you live to be remembered? 

Hold aloft the Saviour's Cross; 

Tell its sweet and wondrous story, 

How it cleanses from all dross. 

Time is flying, use it wisely; 

Write your name as you go by. 

Not on bronze, or stones that crumble, 

But on souls that never die. 



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Proclaim the Christmas Storij 



O! Sing the angel's song — 

Its message sweet prolong, 

And tell the world of Christ's redeeming love; 

For He a babe was born, 

On that glad Christmas morn, 

To bring Good Will and Mercy from above. 

CHORUS 

Then sing the tidings sweet. 
Your Carols now repeat; 
With praises, all complete. 
Proclaim the Christmas story. 

Ring out the Christmas bell — 

'Twill human fear dispel — 

And tell the glories of the new born King, 

Who came thro' lowly birth. 

To bless the lost of earth — 

His goodness evermore with rapture sing. 

Ye children all rejoice 

With cheerful heart and voice, 

And with the shepherds to His cradle go;' 

There Christ — • the Lord of all — 

Slept in a lowly stall, 

That we His full Salvation here may know. 



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Hoip to Pray 



I know a very worthy man 

Who thinks he cannot pray 

Unless he has a little book 

To teach him what to say. 

The words of men, who long ago 

Passed to their final rest, 

Are used as channels for his thoughts, 

And seem to him the best. 

Another friend of mine has learned 

To pray upon his knees, 

That bending low with his desires I 

His Father he may please. 

He thinks that only in that way 

Can men sincerely plead. 

For kneeling thus the contrite heart | 

Can best reveal its need. 

But still another here I know. 

Who stands upon his feet 

When he for any favor goes 

Unto the Mercy Seat. 

He shuts his eyes, and lifts his hands 

To God who hears above; 

And in that way pours out his soul 

For needed grace and love. 

I care not what the form may be 
Which one shall choose to take, 
Or, whether he will stand or kneel, 
When he his prayer does make. 
But, to be heard before the throne, 
To all those friends, I say, 
The thing that most concerns a man 
Is that his heart shall pray. 

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Lend a Hand 



Lend a hand to those who wander, 
Far from God, in ways of sin; 
Tell them how the Lord of glory 
Gave His life their love to win. 
Lead them to the cleansing fountain, 
Teach them how to watch and pray; 
Lend a hand to those who wander, 
You may lead them back to-day. 

CHORUS 

Blessed Jesus as we journey 

To the bright celestial land, 

Give us grace to share with others; 

Help us all to lend a hand. 

Lend a hand to those in sorrow, 
Comfort them with hope and cheer; 
Tell them of the glad to-morrow 
When their woes will disappear. 
Bring them Gospel consolation, 
Wipe their falling tears away; 
Lend a hand to those in sorrow. 
You may soothe their hearts to-day. 

Lend a hand to those in conflict, 
Fighting for the cause of right; 
Tell them of that shining armor 
That will shield in every fight. 
When the arrows of temptation 
Bring them sadness and dismay. 
Lend a hand to those in conflict, 
You may help them win the day. 



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If TUe Kneup 



If we knew the heavy burdens 
That our friends are called to bear, 
And could feel the disappointments 
Which they daily have to share: 
We would surely be more willing 
Needed comfort to bestow, 
And our friendship would inspire them 
As they journey here below. 

If we knew the hidden sorrows 

That so often banish joy, 

And could face the dark temptations 

That discourage and annoy: 

We would whisper words of courage 

For the heart oppressed with fear; 

And in love dispel much sadness 

With our sympathy and cheer. 

If we knew how hope and sunshine 
Help the friends who bear a load, 
And how little deeds of kindness 
Brighten up the darkest road: 
We would be no longer thoughtless, 
But would strive to do our part, 
With a warm and sweet compassion 
That would bless and soothe the heart. 

If we knew how men and women 
Long for lasting peace and rest. 
And how poor are worldly treasures 
When the soul desires the best: 
We would tell them of the riches 
Of that Friend enthroned above. 
Who will send to those who ask Him 
All the blessings of His love. 



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Dou?n to Dreamland in the baq 



There's a quaint and busy ferry 
Which we see the children take, 
When the sandman gives the signal 
And they cannot keep awake; 
Always when the shades are falling 
You may know it slips away 
From the little port of Playville — 
Down to Dreamland in the Bay. 

I have often watched this ferry, 
With its Captain brave and true — 
Know its faithful loving Pilot 
And His little angel crew: — 
When it left the busy landing. 
Where it rested all the day, 
Baby hearts were lulled to slumber — 
Down to Dreamland in the Bay. 

Little white caps, cute and puckered. 
Threw their spray on every side; 
Fading waves of childish laughter 
Romped upon the silver tide; 
Heavy eyelids, folded tightly. 
Curtained off the light of day, 
As the little ferry hastened — 
Down to Dreamland in the Bay. 

When I reach my second childhood, 
As I know I soon shall do, 
And the sandman comes to call me, 
I shall take this ferry too: — 
Then I know my faithful Pilot 
Will go with me all the way, 
Watching o'er me as I journey — 
Down to Dreamland in the Bay. 



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If Tlo One Loued the boijs 



A healthy boy is fond of fun, his life is full of 
springs, 

He likes a ball, he loves a gun, he does a thou- 
sand things; 

There's mischief often in his heart, he makes 
a lot of noise: 

But life would little bliss impart, if no one 
loved the boys. 

CHORUS 

H no one loved the boys, with all their talk 

and noise, 
How sad their hearts would surely be: 
For one I must confess, the boys I try to bless, 
And many, many joys they bring to me. 

A boy is built to use up food, his appetite is 

great. 
When at the table he makes good, he always 

cleans his plate; 
The way he uses knife and spoon shows where 

he finds his joys. 
The crop of men would vanish soon, if no one 

loved the boys. 

What if a boy is tricky here, and sometimes 

raises "ned". 
What if he makes us shed a tear by causing 

anxious dread: 
Since boys are made of manly stuff, then treat 

them not as toys — 
This world would be an awful bluff — if no one 

loved the boys. 



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Help the Hkn Thai's Dou7n 



Deal gently with the man that's down, 
He needs your love and care, 
The many blessings you enjoy, 
With him you ought to share. 
Give him the hand of sympathy 
And help him shun the wrong — 
The friendship which you may impart 
Will cheer his soul along. 

CHORUS 

Oh, Soul redeemed, lift up the Cross 
And Christ your brow will crown; 
Be quick to show the Saviour's love 
And help the man that's down. 

Deal gently with the man that's down, 

Assist him here to stand — 

The blight of sin he long has felt. 

Give him a helping hand. 

The blood which washed your sins away 

Can save his guilty soul — 

The pardoning grace of Jesus Christ 

Can cleanse and make him whole. 

Deal gently with the man that's down, 

This is your Master's will; 

He came to bless the lost of earth, 

Their hearts with joy to fill. 

For Him who left the Father's House 

In ways of sin to roam — 

Your kindness may be just the thing, 

To guide his footsteps home. 



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Scalier Sunshine 



In this world of sin and sorrow, 
Pass along a word of cheer: 
Let the sunshine of your presence, 
Help the weary, far and near. 
When your brother is despondent, 
Take your station by his side; 
This will give him needed courage, 
And his fears will all subside. 

CHORUS 

As you walk along life's journey. 
Wear a cheerful, happy smile, 
Make this world a little brighter, 
Scatter sunshine all the while. 

See the souls with heavy burdens, 
That are passing down the road: — 
Quickly go to their assistance. 
Lest they faint beneath their load. 
Show them by your acts of kindness 
How to walk the better way; 
Bring them looks of hope and gladness. 
That will bless them night and day. 

In the city with its troubles, 

Many hearts are found to bleed; 

Yearning for a word of comfort. 

To supply their sorest need. 

Give them sunshine for their shadows; 

Wipe away their falling tears. 

You may cause them thus to triumph, 

Over all their doubts and fears. 



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If l]ou Only Trq 



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You can sing a joyful song — 
If you try — If you try — 
You can help a friend along — 
If you only try. 

You can scatter golden seeds; 
You can give to others needs; 
You can live in little deeds 
If you only try. 

You can wear a smiling face 

If you try — If you try — 

You can be a means of grace 

If you only try. 

You can dry the mourner's tear; 

You can gladden hearts with cheer; 

You can banish doubt and fear 

If you only try. 

You can tell of Jesus' love 

If you try — If you try — 

You can win to realms above 

If you only try. 

You can be a beam of light; 

You can make the pathway bright; 

You can triumph in the right 

If you only try. 



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Lincoln 



He was a man of rare and rugged build, 
A master workman of the humblest guild, 
Who loved the common people with a heart 
That felt their woes and gladly took their part. 

No malice rankled in his manly breast; 
His pity shone for all that were distressed: 
When duty called he broke the bondman's chains 
And washed away a bleeding nation's stains. 

He followed truth in spite of angry fears 
And brought a crowning peace to coming years. 
Oh! noble Lincoln, what a life was thine; 
The world its worth shall evermore enshrine. 



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The Summer Queen 



I saw her come one morning 
To dress old Mother earth; 
Her footsteps in the garden 
Gave rose and lily birth. 
Her face lit up the glories 
That brighten every scene, 
A thousand — thousand blessings 
Came with the Summer Queen. 

I saw her touch the meadows, 
And lo! they waved with corn; 
Her smile in countless dew drops 
Refreshed the early morn. 
She painted hill and valley 
With shades of softest green, 
A thousand — thousand blessings 
Came with the Summer Queen. 

I saw her scale the mountains 

And climb the highest trees, 

To weave the leaves and branches, 

That kiss the passing breeze. 

She filled the flying moments 

With songs of joy serene, 

A thousand — thousand blessings 

Came with the Summer Queen. 



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Q'he Ideal Life 



This life is first a vision, 
Whereby the good we see; 
And as we learn its value 
We strive to faithful be. 
For what we would accomplish 
Must first be seen in thought; 
For only then we're ready 
To do the things we ought. 

This life is next a struggle, 
For here on ev'ry side 
Are many things that hinder, 
With perils deep and wide. 
And in our daily conflict 
Against the power of sin, 
We must not shrink or falter 
If in the fight we win. 

This life is too a service 
Where all can have a place; 
Since thus by helping others 
We grow in love and grace. 
The souls that dwell immortal 
With all the good and true, 
Are crowned at last in glory. 
For what on earth they do. 



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Pumpkin Pie 



Of all the dishes that are made 

To meet man's inner need, 

There's one I always like the best- 

For it my lips will plead. 

It touches me with clinging bliss, 

It makes my sorrows fly, 

I know you like it as I do — 

A piece of Pumpkin pie. 

It gives a sweetness to my taste. 

That nothing else can bring: 

It lifts me to the mountain top — 

I feel just like a king. 

Its crust is tempered to impart 

A twinkle to my eye, 

You never can its merits beat — 

A piece of Pumpkin pie. 

A golden dainty for the one 
Who likes a wholesome fare; 
A messenger who enters in 
To drive away all care. 
A finer dish you cannot find 
Beneath the smiling sky; 
I like to always have it near — 
A piece of Pumpkin pie. 



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Perfect TTlen 



There is a man who never does 

A single thing that's wrong; 

He does not drink, nor smoke, nor chew, 

He's good the whole day long. 

His virtues are of just the kind 

That men have always prized; 

I'll tell you why he is so good — 

He just is paralyzed. 

There is a man who never does 

A thing that is not right. 

His faithful wife knows where he is 

At morning, noon, and night. 

He does not flirt, nor play the games — 

Those charms for him have fled; 

I'll tell you why he is so good — 

The man is simply dead. 



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Clinton is a Riuer Q'oipn 



Yes, Clinton is a river town; 

I like it just the same; 

No matter what the knockers say, 

I shall defend its name. 

For here I find the kind of men 

Who think, and pay, and do; 

Let others choose to croak and whine, 

To Clinton I'll be true. 

Yes, Clinton is a river town; 
And yet it fights the wrong; 
In all that makes a city great, 
'Tis growing right along. 
To help it in its noble fight 
I pledge my heart and hand. 
An optimist by day and night, 
For Clinton I shall stand. 

Yes, Clinton is a river town; 

But what of that, I say? 

Its people have the pluck and push 

To help it win the day. 

And that it may be brighter still. 

This place I love the most, 

You always can depend on me — 

Of Clinton I shall boast. 



Page 39 



The Hand 



The hand can do so many things — 

We marvel at the skill 

With which we use it night and day 

Our duties to fulfil. 

With it we earn our daily bread 

In office, field and mart, 

No matter what our work may be, 

The hand performs its part. 

The hand can help the weary man 

Who bears a heavy load. 

And cheer him as a brother should, 

Along life's rugged road. 

The hand can bring the touch of hope 

To those who are distressed, 

And point them with fraternal love, 

To paths of peace and rest. 

The hand, alas, can stay the streams 

That bring us joy and mirth. 

And smite with hatred and contempt 

The dearest friends on earth. 

The hand can wound, and crush, and kill. 

And blight the fairest land. 

We blush for all the cruel deeds 

Done by the human hand. 

A million things, both good and bad, 

The hand of man has done. 

Since first the race began its work 

Beneath the shining sun. 

But of its many uses now, 

There's one we cannot skip — 

A mason's hand is best employed. 

When used to give the Grip. 



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niagard 



I stand in awe upon thy misty shore, 
And wondering listen to thy matchless roar. 
Before thy face the rainbow angels meet, 
While maddening waves are surging at thy feet. 
Thy waters lately borne from placid lake 
To rocky brow, their awful leap to take 
And headlong plunge into that restless deep, 
Where night and day their noisy vigils keep. 

The God of Worlds gave thee a place in time, 
And tuned thy voice to speak in tones sublime; 
That men might learn amid unceasing shocks 
To count the Cycles in thy crumbling rocks. 
Beside thy sweeping foam and lasting spray, 
Man's little life is like a passing day: 
So weak and transient all his work appears, 
While age and grandeur mark thy countless 
years. 

But hold! Thou too, like man shall end thy 

day. 
When like a scroll this earth shall pass away. 
And crashing worlds shall perish and be gone 
As time gives place to an Eternal dawn. 
When man, renewed, shall find the risen life 
Reserved beyond this vale of sin and strife. 
When all the good immortal bliss shall share. 
And perfect love her jewelled crown shall 

wear. 



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The Smile Song 



You can cheer the burdened heart 

With a sunny little smile; 
You can hope and joy impart 

With a sunny little smile. 
When your friends despondent grow, 
When the tears of sorrow flow — 
You can sympathy bestow 

With a sunny little smile. 

You can brighten toil and care 

With a sunny little smile; 
You can other's burdens share 

With a sunn}'- little smile; 
When the way is dark and drear, 
When the danger seems so near — 
You can bring uplifting cheer 

With a sunny little smile. 

You can help the hearts in grief 

With a sunny little smile; 
You can bring them sweet relief 

With a sunny little smile. 
When temptation is so strong, 
When its claim is loud and long — 
You can triumph o'er the wrong 

With a sunny little smile. 

You can better run the race 

With a sunny little smile; 
You can win to ways of grace 

With a sunny little smile. 
When the day gives place to night, 
W^hen the clouds exclude the light— 
You can scatter pure delight 

With a sunny little smile. 



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The builder 



I 



To be a builder good and true — 

One who is worthy of the name; 

A man must do as builders do 

Who work to win enduring fame. 

All rubbish he will first remove 

That he may lay foundations deep 

Which for his temple are to prove 

A safeguard, when the tempests sweep. 

Then with a plan, the very best 
That thought and wisdom can devise; 
He brings his labors to the test, 
And builds his temple to the skies. 
The good alone he will select, 
Since only such can long endure; 
The weak and base he must reject 
That all his work may be secure. 

So also we must, one and all 
Build here in time while yet we may, 
Nor shall its beauty pass away. 
A temple that can never fall, 
A temple built for God above. 
From all defects forever free: 
The home of perfect light and love. 
Where all the good at last will be. 



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IPe Liue to Help 



We call ourselves the "Sons of Light" 

And strive to be forever true, 
And all that men esteem as right 

We gladly pledge ourselves to do. 
Our Fathers fought this land to save, 
And gladly too, their all they gave, 
Let us like them be strong and brave, 
And live to bless mankind. 

We claim as Masons to be "Free" 
From all that bind the souls of men: 

No tyrant's vassals will we be. 
Nor will we yield to wrong again. 

We walk the path those heroes trod, 

Whose valor broke the despot's rod. 

Our trust is in a righteous God, 
We live to bless mankind. 

We are a true fraternal band; 

Our aim to bless a needy world, 
Where brothers meet, in any land, 

Our glorious banner is unfurled. 
That men our teachings all may share. 
And learn each others woes to bear. 
Our work must be "upon the Square" 

We live to bless mankind. 



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Be a Booster 



As you walk Life's rugged road, 

Help your brother bear his load; 
Try and drive away his blues, 

You can do it if you choose. 
When he is inclined to mope. 

Touch his nerve with manly hope. 
Grasp his hand in love sincere. 

Boost him up with words of cheer. 

When his heart is sore and sad, 

Smile, and that will make him glad; 
If his face is twice too long, 

Shorten it with mirth and song, 
What he needs to turn his luck, 

May be just your push and pluck. 
You can help along his trade, 

Boost him up, be not afraid. 

When he fails to make things go, 

Brace him up and don't be slow; 
Just get busy with a will, 

And his life with joy will thrill. 
Pat him gently on the back, 

With a loving friendly whack, 
You can wondrous things impart, 

Boost him up with hand and heart. 



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Ttloney Talk 



Fve heard it said that "Money talks" 

And I believe 'tis true; 
For when he comes to spend the day, 

He says, "hello" to you. 
But if you plan to have him stay, 

He vv^inks his little eye; 
And soon you hear his mellow voice 

In parting, say "good bye". 

For Money is a roving chap, 

He seldom stays at home; 
He likes to travel night and day, 

And everywhere to roam. 
No sooner does he raise his hat, 

To greet you with "hello". 
Than you can hear him softly say, 

"I must be on the go." 

I wish that Money would decide 

To longer with me stay; 
I know his presence always helps, 

To drive my cares away. 
His visits are so very brief, 

I cannot help but sigh, 
I like to hear his short "hello". 

But not his long "good bye". 



Page 46 



The Loom of Life 



I often watch the Loom df Life, 
While listening to its ceaseless jar; 
Some days it weaves a web of strife 
That never fails the good to mar. 
And then again its moving threads 
Combine to form a robe of light, 
Which o'er its wearer gently spreads— 
A shining mantle of delight. 

How strangely doth this busy loom 
Work up the warp and woof of fate — 
For days of joy, and nights of gloom, 
Their checkered stories thus relate: 
Its flying shuttle speeds along 
With haste, to drop its portion in — 
At times the threads of hope and song; 
But oft the strands of doubt and sin. 

The busy years that come and go 
With eager steps like Knights of old, 
Will, in the day of weal or woe, 
Their gathered warp and woof unfold; 
The Loom of Life has caught them all 
And used them for its purpose here. 
They now await the Master's call — 
When all life's weavings shall appear. 



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Ttly liome 



The place of all to me most dear, 

Is where my heart has found its home, 
From those I fondly there revere, 

How can I ever choose to roam. 
I care not what that home may be, 

A cottage, or a mansion fair, 
Since kindred souls with love to me. 

Provide the blessings which I share. 

The hearts with whom I there abide. 

Their sympathies on me bestow. 
In them I always shall confide, 

While dwelling in this vale below. 
The home is where in childhood's days, 

I learned the name of Him I love, 
And where I heard of Wisdom's ways, 

That lead to yonder home above. 

How can I then my home despise? 

To me it brings the sweetest joy; 
Its treasures I have learned to prize 

When shadows deep my soul annoy. 
Oh sacred place, my refuge dear. 

The fountain of my earthly peace, 
My shield in times of doubt and fear. 

For it my love shall never cease. 



Page 48 



mother 



Of all the blessings we receive 

From Him who dwells above, 
There is none other half so sweet 

As that of Mother's love. 
It greets us when we enter life, 

It soothes our childhood days, 
It follows us in after years 

With sunshine, hope and praise. 

Though other /riends forsake us here, 

Her love remains the same; 
Forever showing us the way 

That leads to lasting fame. 
Her sacrifices are bestowed 

To meet our every need; 
And her enjoyment is complete 

If we but here succeed. 

O Mother dear, we never shall 

Forget thy tender care. 
Most gladly will we honor thee — 

Thy bliss at last to share. 
And when our spirits meet at last 

In God's bright home above. 
Our praises will be sweeter there, 

Because of Mother's love. 



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A mother's Loue 



A Mother's love is always pure, 

It shines with radiance bright; 
No other passion seems as full. 

Or brings us such delight. 
It beams on us through all the years. 

Like sunshine from above; 
And never can our hearts forget, 

The warmth of Mother's love. 

A Mother's love remains the same — 

Unchanging as the hills; 
In weal or woe, by night or day, 

Its praise our bosom fills. 
On wings of prayer it bears us up, 

To Him who dwells above; 
Where angel spirits now recall, 

The strength of Mother's love. 

A Mother's love must be divine. 

For here it never dies; 
It follows us in faith and hope, 

To realms beyond the skies: 
Where we shall share that perfect bliss. 

Of those enthroned above, 
Who tasted here through all their days, 

The joys of Mother's love. 



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Qiuing the Fathers a Chance 



We always speak well of the Mothers 
And laud them clear up to the sky; 
Because of their love and devotion, 
We never can praise them too high. 
But what of the fathers — you ask me — 
The ones that are wearing the pants? 
I answer, the mothers are anxious 
To give the poor fathers a chance. 

Our mothers take care of the cooking 

They fix up things just to our taste; 

They get up a meal in a jiffy, 

And keep stuff from going to waste. 

But some one must give them the money 

To pay for the family wants: 

And here all the mothers are willing 

To give the poor fathers a chance. 

Our mothers are ready to labor 
For all who are needy and poor; 
They even send off to the heathen 
The money which here they secure. 
So when the dear mothers are working, 
Their gifts for the Lord to enhance; 
It seems that they always remember 
To give the poor fathers a chance. 

Our mothers are not so forgetful, 
As some would believe them to be; 
When others are slighting the father 
They always their merits can see. 
When needing their silks and their satins, 
How sweetly they make the advance, 
In all that they need, they are ready, 
To give the poor fathers a chance. 



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CThe Little Birds 



I watched the little birds one day 

And saw them take a drink; 

They took a sip, and then looked up 

As if they paused to think. 

I wonder if they thought of God 

And His providing care; 

For, lifting up their tiny heads, 

They seemed to say a prayer. 

Who knows but God has taught the birds 

To thank Him for their food. 

For surely He must tell them where 

To go and find the good; 

For when we scatter crumbs of bread 

Before the kitchen door, 

Somehow, the birds come right away 

And claim it as their store. 

If little birds can grateful be 

And never whine or fret. 

Ought not the boys and girls, like them, 

Give thanks for what they get. 

Then let us think of all the gifts 

Which we receive in love. 

And always when we eat or drink, 

Give thanks to God above. 



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I 



IDorlh-lPhile Loue 



The nations all admire the man 
Who loves his native land, 
And quickly to its call responds 
With willing heart and hand; 
Whose all is on the altar laid 
His country to protect; 
We always feel that such a man 
Has won the world's respect. 

We therefore love this land of ours, 

Its people, hills and plains; 

We strive to keep it pure and free 

From every vice that stains. 

Our starry banner waves to shield 

The cause of truth and right; 

Its land-marks are our joy and pride, 

Its triumphs our delight. 

But ought our love for any land 

Be so supremely great 

That we must treat a brother man 

With bitter scorn and hate? 

Because his earthly lot is cast 

Upon another soil, 

Have we a right to blight his home 

And claim his all to spoil? 

No, we must firmly hold this truth 

And boldly for it stand; 

That love to man can never yield 

To love for native land. 

For did not God decree it thus 

When first the world began. 

That nothing else could take the place 

Of love of man for man? 



Page 53 



Our Hope 



When our work is done 

And we pass away, 
To the land of love 

And eternal day; 
Though our dust may sleep 

'Neath the emerald sod, 
We believe our souls 

Find their rest in God. 

There is nothing lost 

That we do in love, 
For our best desires 

Are prisoned Above; 
Where the broken links 

Of this earthly chain. 
Will by God be forged 

For our use again. 

Then Life's duties all 

Let us strive to do, 
With a cheerful heart 

And a purpose true. 
For the joys we find 

In that heavenly sphere, 
Will but show the good 

We have cherished here. 



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I 



Sunshine 



Be a ray of sunshine 

Every passing day — 
With the beams of gladness 

Chase the clouds away. 
Many now are waiting 

For a winning smile, 
Bring them golden sunshine 

Brighten all their toil. 

Be a ray of sunshine 

Full of hope and cheer, 
Touching hearts with kindness 

Through the coming year. 
On the heavy laden 

Sympathy bestow; 
Bear the joys of sunshine 

Everywhere you go. 

Be a ray of sunshine 

To the souls in grief, 
When they yearn for comfort, 

Sighing for relief; 
Tell them of the Saviour 

Who can help and love, 
Point them to His sunshine 

Streaming from above. 



Page 55 



Do Right IIlij Boij 



Do right my boy at any cost, 
The good you do will not be lost, 
Though first it may seem so to you, 
God does take note of what you do. 

Do right my boy, seek lasting fame. 
Let noble deeds exalt thy name; 
Shun every vice that stains the soul, 
God then will help you reach the goal. 

Do right my boy through thick and thin. 
And you will have sweet peace within; 
Where duty calls there faithful be, 
God's favor then belongs to thee. 

Do right my boy, in thought be clean, 
Yield not to actions base and mean. 
And you will reap the highest joy — 
God always cares for such a boy. 

Do right my boy, be brave and true. 
In everything you try to do, 
Then nothing can your efforts blast, 
God will reward your work at last. 



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Q'he Tleu? IJear 



My steps are passing swiftly on, 
With silent steps they come and go: 

So this New Year will soon be gone, 
With all its days of joy and woe. 

What it may bring I cannot tell; 

'Tis better that I should not know, 
But Heavenly wisdom sees full well, 

The path in which I am to go. 

For watching daily over all, 
I see a never changing Friend, 

Who guards my footsteps lest I fall, 
And marks my journey to the end. 

Then if I live through all the year, 
Each day may I my tribute bring; 

His will to do. His voice to hear, 
Thus would I always serve my King. 



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The niason 1 Like 



The kind of Mason that I like, 
Is one who always goes to Lodge 
When not detained by reasons good — 
And tries no duty there to dodge. 
Who to himself is never false, 
But keeps his moral record clean: 
Because too proud to court the base 
He scorns the actions that are mean. 

The kind of Mason thaf I like. 
Will strive to treat his brother right, 
And make his welfare, when he can, 
The measure of his own delight — 
Who helps him bear his daily load, 
And shield him with a friendly hand; 
That kind of Masonry, we know, ■ 
The world will bless and understand. 

The kind of Mason that I like. 
Will not forget to think of God 
Nor fail to choose the shining way. 
And follow where the good have trod. 
To serve Him with a willing mind, 
He builds his temple to the skies 
Where light and love eternal reigns: 
This is the Mason that I prize. 



Page 58 



The Long Lost UDovd 



To those who feel the shadows deep 

That oft surround us here; 

Who sigh beneath the drooping clouds 

Of anxious doubt and fear; 

There is a lamp whose golden rays 

Shine forth with radiance bright; 

And for the man who seeks its gleams, 

The "Long Lost Word" is Light. 

To him who longs with trusting heart 

For realms of hope sublime; 

Who yearns for everlasting joys 

Beyond the shores of time; 

There is a land forever free 

From sickness, pain and strife; 

And for the man who there would dwell, 

The "Long Lost Word" is Life. 

To him who sees the base designs 

That fill the world with hate; 

Who hears the awful tale of woe 

That millions now relate; 

There is a promised day of peace 

Decreed by God above; 

And for the man who looks therefor, 

The "Long Lost Word" is Love. 



Page 59 



Q'he Three Jeu^els 



There are three things we always need — 
For which our hearts should daily plead; 

Three precious jewels — costly, rare, 
Which ev'ry one should own and wear. 

The first is FAITH, a sparkling gem 
Which must adorn Life's diadem; 

Since by its use we only can 

Be kept in touch with God and man. 

The next is HOPE, a brilliant stone 
Bestowed on man for time alone, 

For by its help we conquer fear 
And stay the soul with lasting cheer. 

The last is LOVE, a jewel bright 

Whose rays reveal that perfect light, 

Which must constrain and cleanse the soul 
The good to cherish and control. 

These gems are ours to wear and use 
If wisdom's way alone we choose. 

For God, who sees us from above. 
Will give us faith and hope and love. 



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The Scottish Rite 



The men who take the Scottish Rite 

And heed its high degrees, 

Find in its teachings many things 

That cannot fail to please. 

The earnest search throughout the work 

To find the mystic word, 

Brings us in touch with living truths 

Whereby our hearts are stirred. 

Here we embrace that larger life 
That makes our spirits free, 
And never more will we consent 
In bondage here to be. 
The principles which light imparts 
Have broken all our chains. 
And for the tyrants who oppress 
Naught but contempt remains. 

There too we walk in thought with those 

Who for the right have fought, 

And won for us those treasures rare 

That ages long have sought. 

Their story shines adown the years 

Like trails of cleansing fire, 

To burn away that sordid drop 

Which flows from base desire. 

If we who take the Scottish Rite 
Would know and heed its claims, 
What noble builders we would be. 
How true our hopes and aims. 
Fraternal love would be supreme 
And service our delight, 
Then laurels of enduring fame 
Would crown us Sons of Light. 

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The Uiclor 



I like the man who does his level best, 
And calmly leans on God to do the rest; 
Who fights the wrong without a doubt or fear, 
And waits on duty done to bring him cheer. 

He faces troubles as all heroes must, 
And works in hope and never-failing trust; 
He bears his load amid depressing care, 
And yet has time his brother's woe to share. 

No man will fail in what he aims to do, 
If to his God he first of all is true; 
For strength divine he has at his command. 
To finish all the labors he has planned. 

That man will win in spite of foe or fate. 
Because his life is linked to something great; 
And he shall wear, as every worker may, 
A badge of honor, in the crowning day. 



Page 62 



Sing for loiPd 



Sing for Iowa, 
State of all to us so dear, 
Sing her glad story — 
With the voice of cheer. 
From her hills and valleys 
Come our hosts in bright array, 
While upon her altar 
We our tributes lay. 

Toil for Iowa, 

With a willing heart and hand; 

Helping her needy, 

For the truth to stand. 

Pointing souls to Jesus, 

Who alone from sin can save; 

Telling of the ransom 

Which He freely gave. 

Pray for Iowa, 

That we all may learn the right, 

As Christ shall lead us 

Into peace and light, 

'Till in realms of glory 

We shall join the ransomed throng, 

And in bliss forever, 

Sing redemption's song. 



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"Our Soldier Boijs' 



God bless the Cause of Right 
For which our Soldiers fight, 

In lands afar. 
Be Thou their strength and shield, 
On Sea and Battle field; 
Help them to never yield 

In this great war. 

True to their nation's call, 
They gladly gave their all, 

The world to bless. 
To break the Tyrant's Chain, 
Their courage Lord sustain, 
That peace may come again 

With righteousness. 

Long may "Old Glory" wave, 
All lands to bless and save 

With Freedom's joys. 
That men of ev'ry name. 
Its worth may here proclaim, 
And crown with lasting fame 

Our Soldier Boys. 

Then when their work is done, 
And right its place has won — 

As war shall cease — 
Bring back those noble men. 
Who have so faithful been. 
To dwell at home again 

In lasting peace. 



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The Red Cross Tlurse 



Where the blighting scourge of relentless war 
Leaves its crimson trail, in the lands afar; 
Where the cruel foe seeks the good to mar, 
There the Red Cross Nurse is found. 

Near the men who fight on the battle field, 
Who have sworn the weak to protect and 

shield, 
Watching by the sick till their wounds are 

healed. 

There the Red Cross Nurse is found. 

Speaking words of hope and uplifting cheer 
To the souls oppressed by distress and fear, 
Soothing those in pain, with a heart sincere. 
There the Red Cross Nurse is found. 

Leaving home and friends, see her gladly go 
Over land and sea, woman's love to show; 
To relieve distress in this world of woe. 
There the Red Cross Nurse is found. 



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Rest, Soldier, Rest 



Rest, Soldier, rest, the fight is o'er — 
The carnage and the gloom is past; 
The sword is sheathed to gleam no more, 
And peace with honor reigns at last. 
The bugle call of shrill alarm, 
That tells of war with all its woe, 
Shall never bring thee any harm, 
Nor anxious fear on thee bestow. 

Rest, Soldier, rest, our tributes now, 
Like garlands of enduring fame, 
W€ place upon thy peaceful brow. 
Its cloudless valor to proclaim. 
Thy battle scars with glory shine; 
They tell of love and duty done; 
Thine awful conflict was divine. 
Since by it Freedom's Crown was won. 

Rest, Soldier, rest, with all the brave 
Who fought and died the world to bless; 
And when our crimson banners wave. 
Our nation shall its debt confess. 
Old Glory guards that sacred mound, 
Thy precious dust to shield and keep. 
Until the trumpet shall resound — 
Farewell, my brother, calmly sleep. 



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